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Weekly Contest #349
“Daddy, I want you to help me make a bow,” I told my father when I was five or six. “Sure,” he said, “but what are you going to do with it?” “I going to hunt!” I declared, “I’ll hunt a rabbit.” “A rabbit? Well well, and what will you do with that rabbit?” I hesitated. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I… I’ll kill it,” I said. “Kill it?” my father looked taken aback. “Why would you want to kill it? The rabbit hasn’t done a thing to you. No, son, I won’t help you kill something just for fun. You must cherish all life. Understood?” *** I sat ...
On one of those gray, rainy days, we were sent marching to the range. We carried pounds of equipment on our backs - and the weight of our own depression, which was probably the heaviest of all. It was Sunday. Or maybe Monday. Either way, it was the beginning of the week. The next weekend felt farther away than the distance to the moon. What am I even talking about - the next weekend? Even the night, even sleep, felt unreachable at this point. Saturday, when we had been home, was too close, and the memory of it hurt. I always ended those pas...
Weekly Contest #348
I felt a weight near my feet, at the end of my bed. At first, I thought it was a dream and slowly opened my eyes. The room was dark - it was the middle of the night. The remnants of the dream still clung to me, and despite the darkness, I could make out a shadowy figure sitting on the edge of the bed, right beside my feet.“Who are you?” I cried, pulling my legs toward me and scrambling backward on the bed. Is it a dream? I wondered, trying to figure out whether I was awake. The figure didn’t move. I turned my head this way and that, trying t...
1. My beautiful girlfriend lay beside me, naked. The full moon cast a silver ribbon of pale light across her delicate, smooth skin, as if gently stroking it. She smelled faintly of salt and something warm, something I almost recognized. Somewhere in the distance music drifted through the air - Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, I think. It doesn’t get more cliché than that, and yet, the moment seemed to welcome it. A whisper of summer slipped in through the open window, cool and weightless, brushing lightly against us. I let my hand wander across...
Weekly Contest #347
1.I felt like my whole world was collapsing. Just six months ago, I was a happy man; now, I’m broken, a shadow of myself. Six months ago, Laura – my girlfriend at the time, and still the only woman I have ever truely loved – sat me down and told me it was over. She said she couldn’t find her feelings for me anymore. The fire that had burned for years had simply gone out, and she couldn’t lie to me, or to herself. She just couldn’t be with me anymore.Since then, I haven’t been able to get over her. She occupied my thoughts relentlessly; It f...
The pill rested in my mouth, its plastic coating cold against my palate. I rolled it around with my tongue, moving it left and right, careful not to swallow or bite it. It contained a toxin; once it broke, its contents would release a gas that would kill me in two seconds, maybe less. No pain, no thoughts - just a clean, peaceful death. I’d bought it on the darknet. It’s amazing what you can find there nowadays.I sat in my armchair, facing the blank TV screen in my living room. I was ready.Since I was a child, I’ve been aware of death. I was...
Weekly Contest #346
We run. Our feet strike the asphalt, echoing in the empty street: slap-thud-slap-thud. Our breath is heavy, inhale, exhale. Sweat streams down our backs. We run. We approach the small alley, its entrance hidden between two tall apartment buildings, leading to a narrow lane between two rows of detached houses.I turn my head to Nathan; he runs steadily beside me. I give a small nod, as if to ask, “Ready?” We don’t need many words now, not after years of running together. He nods back with a smile, a silent “let’s go!” and we dive into the all...
Weekly Contest #345
You must run. You knew this moment would come. You’ve read enough dystopian books, you’ve seen enough of these movies. Something would happen – a disease, a war, an asteroid, something that would collapse all your life as you knew it, and you would be forced to run. To save yourself and your family. And now it arrived. For weeks the news had been disturbing. At first it was only fragments—burning cities somewhere far away, airports closed without explanation, governments urging calm while their ministers quietly disappeared from public view....
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